Ive name changed for this. I worked as an independent escort for about a year. At the time I'd have said it was a choice... I was in control etc. But in reality it was an experience I'll never recover from.
In many ways it was better than how I was before... I was sleeping with men I met on nights out, OLD etc, for free so moving to escorting where men were giving me more respect than my one night stands were seemed like a power move,
I looked down my nose at friends giving sex away for free and revelled in wealthy men paying for my time, buying me gifts, respecting my boundaries etc,.
But as time went on my standards slipped, drinking played a bigger part in getting through the difficult meets. I started to disassociate with what I was doing. I lied to friends and family because let's face it - society doesn't accept sex workers.
My landlord found out what I was doing and I lost my home.
There were a few occasions where I took every precaution but ended up fearing for my safety.
I don't think men realise what they're doing and would be shocked to hear how badly their behaviour affected the escort. All of my clients would have said I enjoyed what I did and was paid well. So I don't blame the men as such for believing what they're told